A Day at the Seaside

I am pleased and really proud that Mistress Maggie has sufficient trust in her slave after more than 70 wonderfully successful sessions, to allow me to accompany her once again on a trip to one of her favourite adult shops, Saints and Sinners, in Blackpool. That trust has had to be earned though with many smotherings, the occasional beating, frequent bondage, electric treatments, lots of rubber and copious quantities of adoration from her slave and of course instant, unquestioning obedience. For today's session I was entrusted to drive Maggie the fifteen or so miles into the heart of the resort so favoured by many summer visitors.

The butt plug, as always, was expertly slipped in with me simply bent forward holding the cell door. It is a great feeling for a slave to be so easily and readily available and accessible for Mistress that the act of fitting my man-hole cover is so easily achieved. After the plugging I was placed inside the cage and told to wait for Mistress Maggie's return. Wow. When she returned she was wearing her long black latex coat over her simple all black 'normal' outdoor clothes. Anything but normal showing off her fine figure to perfection, with just a hint of breast visible under her lace covered black top. What an incredible Mistress.

As I remain under training, Mistress wisely planned a constant reminder of my servitude by fitting me with one of her solid steel cock cages before leaving the Playroom.

I felt a little embarrassed at this point, not because Maggie had ordered me to strip below the waist, that’s just another instruction that I have learnt to obey immediately and without question, nor the enjoyment I get as Mistress inserts my plug, that too is a normal part of my training, but the fact that my cock and balls were so unruly when being fitted into the cage. It took a couple of attempts, interspersed with not a little frustration on Maggie's part, before she was able to successfully capture both balls and her unruly cock in the cage and say.

'Okay, we are ready to go now’.

I try hard to lay there passively, otherwise I start to get an erection which makes it far more difficult capturing the equipment. It is hardly surprising having a very attractive woman sitting next to me as I lay on the latex covered bondage bed, lubricating cock and balls and then manipulating the cage round your manhood that an untrained slave reacts accordingly. I clearly still have a lot to learn to master the technique of keeping my cock flaccid at appropriate times for Mistresses benefit.

The trip to S&S was largely uneventful, although I was constantly distracted with the natural sounds that emanated with each movement from Mistress and her rubber mac. Of course, being Blackpool in winter the rubber coat was most appropriate with the occasional spots of rain driving in off the Irish Sea.

I did, however, receive a stern warning to keep within the speed limit as my TomTom alerted us both that I had crept up to 77 on the motorway. ‘The next time that hooter goes will earn you a good caning’. A salutary reminder from Mistress that my training includes all aspects of a slaves behaviour whilst in Maggie's charge. TomTom remained quiet after that one warning.

It has to rank as another of the high spots of my training being able to accompany Mistress outside the Playroom and a privilege I have had to earn. Maggie attracting admiring glances from the few brave souls out in the squally weather and me dressed normally but proudly wearing my slave collar, walking as close to Mistress as humanly possible. The ladies in Saints and Sinners were great and take it as a normal activity that Mistress Maggie has a slave in tow as she goes about replenishing her aroma supplies and purchasing the odd item that I know will be 'uncomfortable' when applied back at base.

We were able to stop for refreshments on the way home and we whiled away a little time just talking about this and that. It was just relaxed idle chatter and as we sat enjoying the food, Maggie consumed a whole bottle of sparkling water, smiled with that twinkle in her eyes, leaned forward and whispered ‘You will be receiving some of that later’. The sun had come out, the vista across the bay superb and I was allowed to take a quick picture of Maggie as the sun streamed through the cafe window and danced on the black rubber of the coat. A quite superior photo.

On our return, after ordering me to strip off Maggie once again inserted me in the cage, locked the door and disappeared for a while whilst I contemplated another very successful but all too rare day out at the seaside with Mistress Maggie.

When she eventually returned she was carrying an armful of latex items: a hood, a pump up gag, a bulb pump and a blindfold. They were laid out in a row before me.

This was my first time wearing the new 'system' hood and it is oh so comfortable and a dream for Maggie to fit me in. I stuck my head through the cell bars to allow her more space, and in an instant the hood was fully zipped up, snug and comfortable. Followed by the breathe through inflatable gag, my collar and lastly the blindfold. A couple of pumps fixed the gag in place, not uncomfortable to wear and easy to breathe through both the gag and nose holes. The blindfold is not quite as effective as some of Maggie's blindfolds as small glimmers of light leak round the periphery, but all the same very effective and you cannot see what is happening when wearing it. In fact you are blindfolded!

It was strange that despite the fact I was unfettered, I had no desire whatsoever to move from the position I was instructed to maintain, nor attempt to remove the blindfold. I just stood and waited. I heard Maggie return, unlock the cell door and felt the lead attached to my slave collar, a gentle tug was used to encourage me out of my incarceration. Another instruction to sit on the floor with my back against the bed and only then was the blindfold removed. Nothing had changed. Maggie standing over me in her trench coat with that beautiful smile holding a thin black rubber tube, she bent forwards and fastened it onto my gag. I was of course now piped for drinking and I realised something had changed.

Maggie eased aside the flaps of her coat revealing her piss pants; black latex pants with a see through latex bladder to capture her liquid, the long rubber tube extending from it which was now attached to my feeding tube.

I sat mesmerised as I could see Maggie's liquid filling the bladder and was a little disappointed as I sucked and . . . nothing. Until the tap was opened and I received my filtered version of the bottled water Maggie had promised me. I eagerly gulped down a bladder full, gazing up at Mistress as she stood arms akimbo, smiling at her slave drinking her sparkling pee. I thought I had done really well consuming a bladder full of nectar, only to watch as Maggie first closed the valve and filled up the latex bladder again. Wow! Second helpings. This slave felt really privileged as the tap was opened once more and allowed to feed on more of her juices. I know I am greedy for my Mistress and amazingly a third helping was available. Maggie then said she had had a lot more to give, but thought it too much pleasure for her slave and had disposed of half the wine earlier.

After my third helping and the well sucked dry I couldn't help myself just leaning forward a little, snaking my hands round the now loosely hanging folds of her coat and giving Maggie the gentlest of strokes as a thank you for another session. Fortunately, Maggie did not think I had taken a liberty with this action and allowed me that luxury. She had achieved all this control of her slave simply by willpower and training. No force, apart from the unruly cock cage, no shouting, a little cell time and I would do anything for my Mistress.

A word of advice to any wannabe’s. To get to this level of trust with Mistress, to be allowed accompanied visits outside the Playroom takes a LOT of hard graft on the part of the slave and will definitely not occur in the early parts of your training, in fact may never occur. It depends purely on Mistress.

I suspect my 'control' in future may be a little more physical on occasions and I wont always have the luxury of unfettered stroking. Oh well such is the life of a slave. And I love it.